Tvar Dabla 歌词

In the mist of the valley of unrest A mystic circus is about to begin Outside the marquee stands the people in a row They're all agog for this notorious show The show begins with a lady on a horse She wears a fur and a wine red dress Then through the curtain comes the conferencier He greets the crowd and then he says This is the night of the living dead You're staring in to the end ahead They are ghouls and their king is the one He shows his face in all chaos upon Now in the marquee there's an arcane atmosphere When on the stage the old one suddenly appear And the crowd sits like fooled pathetic sticks As the master pulls his conjuring tricks Thy soul shall find itself alone Mid-dark thoughts of the grey tombstone Not one of all the crowd to pry Into thine hour of sacrifice